Spring of murdered trees

So the nice weather lured me outside for a little bit.

 A piece of forest that has been very special to me has been cut down and even the earth turned upsidedown. Just on monday I was sad about birtches being cut down that I'm used to looking at from my kitchen window. I get attached to trees. I feel like I've lost people. My mind is refusing to accept that no I can not go frolic among spring flowers, not ever again. I hate men with chainsaws and bulldozers with their noise and this this..."progress". I wish I could have a good cry about this, but I just feel like something is strangling me.

Goodbye dear magical place (pictures from spring two years ago):

Welcome:

The picture doesn't do the devastation real justice. I don't want to live on this planet anymore...